Meanwhile in the academy, a youngster, sitting at the head of the table, along with several other teenagers, crossed his fingers and rested his chin on them while closing his eyes, hearing to the discussion in front of him, while remaining aloof as if a monk looking down upon the samsara.
Despite their youth, the teenagers were each powerhouses in their own right, evident from the horrendous and heavy suppression/pressure they subconsciously gave off. The youths, who stood behind the seated ones, tending to their needs, were constantly sweating under the pressure that felt as if being submerged to unfathomable depths under the deepest of the oceans.
They held their breath and acted very carefully, ensuring they never made a mistake, so as to not offend any of the tycoons/big wigs seated, especially the one seated at the head of the table, the de facto leader of the largest informal student organisation in the academy, 'Waves of The Oblivion'.
Only the most determined, strong in mind and heart and confident, are allowed to join the organisation at the grass roots. Only those whose merit has reached a certain level are allowed to even work as butlers or other staff/work force in the main headquarters. Only the very elite are allowed to work and assist in the main conference hall, the one they were currently in.
As for the seated ones, they were the figure heads of the numerous clans, organisations (formal or informal), battalions and clubs that appear to be of no affiliation to the Waves of the Oblivion on the surface but actually serve as its eyes and ears and take the role of vassals/branches.
The roots of the Waves of the Oblivion are as deep and as ancient/old as the academy itself, passing the leadership down, generation after generation, to the most charismatic, strongest and wisest youth/teen in the entire academy, most of the cases, in the upper brass of the organisation.
Even instructors, teachers and department heads of certain affiliations pale in comparison to the power held by the leader, represented by the crest of the organisation, mere sight of which sends shivers down the spines of many, old or young, teachers and students alike, at all times.
The discussion of the youngsters was centered around one issue: the batch of freshers admitted to the academy this year. Especially, the special class students. Forcing the 'tyrant' Sophie to use her Quaternary skill, Having spars strong enough to make the strongest barrier squeal like a dying pig, finishing the second level examination in record time, ten minutes flat, they were interesting.
Standing out among those were two girls, Sarcony and Mo'er, the sibling pair that literally swept the arena floor with their opponents. They radiated pure strength even when resting. The information they obtained from their roommates only showed the height of their discipline and character. They were also known to be rare beauties which was then called an understatement after seeing them.
" Hmm, so this year's batch are outstanding, I get it. What is the suggested course of action then? " a cold, unfeeling but exceptionally sweet voice broke the discussions. The voice was very slow and sombre, as if spoken by a fleeting ghost, rather than a human, further showing his monk-like nature.
" Leader, we can rope them in by showing the greatness, history and legacy of the organisation. " " In that order? " " N..No, in the reverse. " " Hmm.... " The person who suggested the idea broke out in cold sweat at the voice that didn't have any questioning tone even while asking a question. He was almost as indifferent as Satanael in terms of his voice and behavior. It was honestly scary.
" What more? " " By hiding the fact that we are all one organisation, we can attract more students by recruiting them according to their needs. " " Good. " The suggestion given by the girl was accepted by the leader making her sigh in relief. Due to the horrible pressure given off by their leader, they had to constantly keep their pressure up to just stay in the room without being crushed.
The room feel silent. The leader returned to his original state, so did the others. " What about my brother? " Everyone gulped as their pupils dilated in pure terror. The leader's brother and his affairs were taboo in the organisation. Any discussion on him would land the person straight in hell. " Haa, alright, disperse. " Everyone stood up, bowed their heads to the leader and left the room.